My good friend Daniel bought a house in my neighborhood this summer and then efficiently performed the duty of all new homeowners-- he threw one hell of a housewarming.
Most people throw these fetes in order to receive gifts or show off remodels. Other hosts have rather bourgeois notions of welcoming good friends into their new digs.
Daniel is decidedly more selfless; not only did he throw the party in order to get the giant plastic pear that my wife and I bought him, but he's always desperate for an excuse to throw down with some shellfish.
The night's menu included steamed PEI mussels and fresh Georgia shrimp. The shrimp were served in two ways: boiled with onions, garlic, red peppers and lemon as well as grilled on a skewer along with various veggies.
Daniel enlisted friends Eddie and Matt to help cook for the guests.
The culinary ringers are also chefs at the wonderful Farm 255, down at 255 W. Washington St. Matt is also one of Daniel's roommates.
Matt also served his amazing grilled okra. Flamed toughened and perfectly salted, the okra tasted best when dipped into the vat of butter, onions, jalapenos and celery in which the mussels were cooked.
Daniel's party heightened the standard by which all Hancock Corridor housewarmings will be judged. It definitely beat out the night of local beer and chili we had at our house.
Luckily, neighborhood customs allow for second housewarmings. They're okay when done solely to out do friends and are perfectly reasonable to throw whenever new housemates move in. When Mario Batali rents our spare bedroom should be the perfect time to have ours.
Besides, no one gave us any oversized plastic fruit and that, according West Hancock corridor custom, is a serious offense.
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